Lyrics of Deja-vu ain't what it used to be

Have you heard the one 'bout when a most unlucky fella,
Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?

She said;
"of all the palms i've read - yours is by far the worst.
I'm duty-bound to tell you,
You've been well-and-truly cursed."

Ill-fated was my selfless quest.
Blind-faith a grave mistake.
I'd strived to do my very best,
To serve a dream quite fake.

Just one more hapless sacrifice,
Spilt tears in full-flood.
Ingenuous i've paid their price.
Not all vampires suck blood!

(chorus:)
Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack.
When i cut the tarot deck; death lay there grinning back.
I've been here many times before; again the joke's on me.
I know the score, but deja-vu ain't what it used to be.

*o well for him that lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees.

*o well for him who ne'er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone.

To tread an unshared path alone,
Was my lot from the start.
So seldom fleeting solace known,
By this rent, careworn heart.

Watch the stand-up tragedy;
Famous for fifteen minutes.
I glimpsed my future and decree,
Saw dearth of purpose in it.

(chorus:)
Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack.
When i cut the tarot deck; death lay there grinning back.
I've been here many times before; again the joke's on me.
I know the score, but deja-vu ain't what it used to be.

*but well for him whose foot hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life
Builds ladders to be nearer god.

(* - taken from the verse "cry woe, woe and let the good prevail." by oscar wilde)